Yeah
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Pick up the pace now
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C'mon
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Yeah
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This feel like that tight shit
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That make you just go get the keys to your whip
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And just bounce
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Bounce bounce bounce
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N'ah mean
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Go stop at the little spot
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Get you a little bag of the lye
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And just bounce bounce
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Yo
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Now watch a nigga tongue kiss the track like it was fried chicken
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Spicy seasoning was finger licking
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Everything looks grand and I feel so good today
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Jewels jingling below my belly
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You know we steady talk shit to them bitches when we be on the celly
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Four wheelin' with a fifth of henny
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See now we whippin' and we dippin' through traffic
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Like we don't give a fuck
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Niggas follow how we bounce in the truck
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Then we whylin and we thugging a little
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Yo we ain't wylin' much
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A little mellow from the spark of the dutch
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Down shift, throw it in the fifth gear with my foot on the clutch
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Speed balling, like we all in a rush
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While we switch a couple of lanes
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Flick my little hazard light on
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Better pull over and get on the lawn
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Yo, move the barricade, and let my niggas park on the block
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Make a grand entry up in the spot
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You know we only here to take all of the food out the pot
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It's only right cause niggas know we be taking they slack
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Now let's get high, and let's get drunk
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You feel that bounce, then turn it up
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You light your L, and blaze it up
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Get in the game, and change it up
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Come in the spot, and flame it up
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Let's get this dough, and live it up
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Let's get this dough, and live it up
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Let's get this dough, and live it up
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Yeah, so amazing, we blazing and changing the bounds
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Grazing y'all niggas, with something aiming to taking you out
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We never resort to any measure to keep you with me
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Wylin' with a sinky rinky dinky ring on pinky
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Follow the simple flow that'll cripple y'all niggas
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Drop the shit that'll shake and just ripple y'all niggas
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What, your boom scheme, get with the new thing
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Hit you and get y'all niggas, all into the new swing
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Ah, tally it up, rally it up
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From the streets to the alley, from the Eastern Cali and up
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I'm talking dope, all of my niggas, all of my bitches
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Give you something that'll split you up
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And leave you with stitches
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Looking pathetic, I hit y'all niggas with the kinetic
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Make you respect it, and beat you in the head till you get it
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Take off my jacket, hope you can match it
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When the DJ go scratch up the bounce
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I hope you could catch it
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So what
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Now let's get high, and let's get drunk
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You feel that bounce, then turn it up
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You light your L, and blaze it up
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Get in the game, and change it up
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Come in the spot, and flame it up
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Let's get this dough, and live it up
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Let's get this dough, and live it up
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Let's get this dough, and live it up
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Let's get this dough, and live it up
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Now let's get high, and let's get drunk
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You feel that bounce, then turn it up
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You light your L, and blaze it up
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Get in the game, and change it up
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Come in the spot, and flame it up
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Let's get this dough, and live it up
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Let's get this dough, and live it up
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Let's get this dough, and live it up
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Let's get this dough, and live it up
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Let's get this dough, and live it up
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Let's get this dough, and live it up
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Yeah, live it up now, yeah
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You know when you got shorty in the passenger side of the whip
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You bouncing from the club, step on the gas
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And just bounce bounce bounce, yeah
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Then shorty come with you to the nearest short stay
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Get up on top of that and just
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Bounce bounce bounce
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That's what I'm talking about niggas, yeah
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If you pushing down the Belt Parkway
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The Grand Central, the Long Island Expressway
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The Cross Island Expressway
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Southern state, Northern state, Parkway
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You know 95 South, Brooklyn Expressway, you know
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However way y'all traveling
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You just bounce bounce bounce
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You N'ah mean
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Blunts burning and all
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Just keep the windows up though
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Let the smoke stay in the mutherfucking ride, yeah
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All my bitches in the passenger seat
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Now just bounce bounce bounce, yeah
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Live It Up
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| Busta Rhymes |
